one hundred and thirty one

I am grateful for friday nights.  A glass of red on a cool late autumn evening is even better on a friday. In fact everything tastes and seems better on a friday. I think its because friday nights are magical, they are never the same. Sometimes they are gentle and quiet and sometimes they are hectic and best forgotten and often they are not as expected. And sometimes, especially with B away, they are too quiet. But tonight as I enjoyed my red, my quiet evening was turned on its head with the unexpected arrival of a couple of boisterous teenage boys. So tonight, I am grateful for a friday night filled with unexpected fun and much hilarity. The quietness was getting to me.

one hundred and twenty eight

Jem is in year 6 and Kate year 10 and every year of school in South africa and here they have had a concert or musical of sorts. I was always too busy to be involved. And maybe because it was just not really my thing. Either way, I am very grateful that today I spent the day making props for Alice in Wonderland. Not only because it was a truly good day, but because it was about time.

one hundred and twenty seven

 

Kate loves tea. Made for her by me.  Every night at about 7.45pm. In her K mug. Delivered to her in her room. By me. I am grateful for this little routine. It makes her still seem so little. And so needy of her mommy. I know, I know, I’m a walkover, but I just can’t resist the nightly text I get.

one hundred and twenty five

 

I love driving around looking at houses, even if it is at times perplexing. I love the obligatory coffee and hot chocolate stop at Costa Noosa in Sunshine Beach to plan our next move. I am grateful that Jem loves it all as much as me. And is a better navigator than me.

one hundred and twenty

 

I am grateful for a fun afternoon with Jem, baking fudge, cinnamon muffins and cheese scones. So much more fun than homework. Or anything else I should really rather have been doing.

one hundred and eighteen

 

I am so very grateful to have a daughter who loves vintage clothing and who is ok with sharing. Even if there is an air of ‘mmmm, I’m not so sure about my 46 year old mom wearing the same top as me’ about the sharing. Then again, you should have seen the smirk at my ‘selfie’. Oh, stuff it. I am also so very very grateful for a girl’s night out.

one hundred and twelve

 

I am grateful to the kind gentleman who took this photo of Arienne and I as we were waiting to start the Noosa News 5km Run/Walk Breast Cancer thingy. Not only for the chuckle but for how earnestly he applied himself to the task. It was a priceless moment. For him too.

one hundred and seven

 

I am grateful Kate couldn’t go to her tennis lesson this evening. I am grateful because I got to take her place. It poured with rain, Jem and I got soaked. But what fun we had. What fun I had.

taboo

Never mind whether they’re 6 or 60, it’s always about the penis. I so wish I could claim this comment, but it belongs to Lynn, my other sister. This in response to Kate updating my family on the saga of her teenage love life. Or to set the record straight, the fact that she didn’t want one. And us all trying to explain why boys behave the way they do. Why men do. Lynn’s bloody right. But what I loved about the comment was less the truth but the fact that it was shared at breakfast with ages ranging from 7 to 74. We truly do all have a relationship of honesty, raw honesty. I know this will shock some but the ensuing hilarity was just utterly fabulous. Especially at my mom using the opportunity to educate her granddaughters even further. I know this may be unusual, even a tad controversial, but nothing has ever been taboo in our family, the table is always a safe place to talk about anything. Open and honest, with clear appropriate explanations and clear consistent boundaries. And a lot of laughs. For me it demonstrates one of my core beliefs … it’s not what you say, but what you do that counts. Don’t be scared to use words, to speak your mind, to share what you’ve heard, to speak in front of your children, to teach them in an open honest appropriate way, to encourage them to share, to learn from others. As long as the words are used with respect, and not to denigrate. To share truth. And really, what could be truer?

sixty one

Today I am grateful for a smile from a complete stranger. It seems I belong to a club without meaning to. Most days I get at least a nod, or a hand wave. Today I got a lovely smile. Funnily just when I needed one. A smile from a fellow Jeep driver. Its like an acknowledgement of similar taste. Of similar uncommon taste, because there aren’t that many around here. Jeep’s are unique, robust, uncomplicated, fun and quite basic. Yet kind of cool. It’s funny, the only other time that used to happen was with B’s Landy. Not with the Discovery but the dinkum Landy, which was equally unique, robust, uncomplicated, fun and quite basic. It definitely never happened with the Volvo, which was none of the above. Maybe that’s why. Anyway, I digress … today it felt wonderful to belong to this club that’s not a club. I am very very grateful for that uncomplicated smile today.